Goodbye Terrible Twos

And hello, three, niceta seeya. Please please please, be easier than two, because, damn. That was hard, in places. I have an adorable daughter, with a big personality*, but there were some tough moments. And there are some two-ish behaviors that haven't gone away, for example, as in these exchanges:

Pissed-Off Mom: Hey, sweetie, you dropped your cup of pecans--can you pick those up, please?
3 Year Old: No.
POM: [stares]
3YO: [picks up spilled nuts, sloooooly]

POM: When the timer beeps, it'll be time to turn off Clifford and have Quiet Time.
3YO: Ok.
[Three minutes pass. Episode ends. PBS Lady blathers. Timer beeps; POM turns off TV]
3YO: [in tears] NOOOOO!!!! I WANT CLIFFORD!! I DUNNA WANT QUIET TIME!!
POM: [to self] Put down the crack pipe, kid, and let me help you. [to child] Aw, c'mon, we'll read some stories...

*As for the Big Personality, this exchange occurred this morning, at the ladies restroom in Central Market:
3YO, addressing Nice Grandmotherly Lady: Hi! How are you!
NGL: Fine, thanks. How--
3YO: I live house on Wilson Street!
NGL, to POM: Wow, it's good that she--
POM: Yeah, she--
3YO: We get lunch now! [exits restroom with a flourish, POM trots to keep up]
3YO: I like her.
POM: Yeah, honey, me, too.